ONE CHANCE

Chapter 1

"Cecilia, its time to get up!" I hear my mother yell from downstairs. I open my eyes and flip my sheets off my body and get up. First day of college and I was nervous for sure.

I have spent all my school years getting the perfect grades and reputation. Studied everyday for hours. I had friends but I wasn't a social butterfly. I put my schoolwork first. I guess I just want to be the perfect child for my parents as I am their only child and they want a perfect, good future for me but its what I wanted too, i guess.

I shower and dress into my - I guess what the "cool kids" would call it - innocent, goody two shoo clothes. Blouse with skirts that sit just above my knees, the normal popular girl would puke if she saw it  but I don't care. 

I make my way downstairs where I find my luggage for College. My parents stand at the front door patiently waiting for me, smiling proudly at me.

I am attending one of the best colleges in New York to study Pathology and I'm really proud of myself that I made it after years of studying and working my butt off.

In no time we arrive at the College and I feel like I am going to be sick.

"Now darling, remember school work, stay away from boys and anything that could get in your way of success." My Mother says as we walk tthrough different halls to find my dorm. I roll my eyes.

"Mum, I know, I've done exactly that all my school life, its not going to change now." I say, hoping she at least trusts me with my words. But my Mother always doubts me and it's annoying. Even when I have worked my butt off with my schoolwork just to keep her and Dad happy.

After a few turns into different corridors of the College, I find my dorm. I look at my parents before opening the door. The dorm is empty but I know I am sharing with someone as there are clothes laid out on the bed. But by the looks of the clothes, the girl is not like me instead she looks to be the opposite.

I sit my suitcases on my bed and walk towards my parents who stand at the foot of my door.

"Well this is it." I take a deep breath as I pull them both into a hug.

"All the best, darling." My Dad says as he pulls out of the hug.

"Make me proud, sweety." my Mother cries lightly. I blink to stop the tears from falling and hug her again.

"I will Mum, love you both" I say as they walk away.

I shut my dorm door and begin unpacking. Once I have finished unpacking, I realize I haven't picked up my timetable from the office. I quickly walk out and make my way there. Making sure I grab my keys on the way out. 

As soon as I enter the halls, all eyes are on me and I can hear faint whispers about me being made. I ignore all the eyes and conversations that could be about me as I walk through to the office.

After taking a few wrong turns in the halls of this college, I finally find myself at the office. I wait outside the door to be called in patiently.

The office door opening startles me and that's when I see three students walk out. They look like the rebels of the college that hold the best frat parties and I'm not going to lie, they do scare me. The girl wears the typical tank top tucked into her high waist shorts with her white converse. Her hair pink and with her lipstick colour matching. I even notice a few tattoos on her but they are small. On the right side of her is a curly-haired boy that is holding her hand. He has tattoos all up his left arm and a few on his right arm and has face piercings that make me want to puke. The boy on her left looks a lot like the curly-haired boy just with straight, short black hair and he isn't as tall or as toned but his muscles flex a little as he walks by.

The girl walks with so much pride and power, her pink hair bounces with each step she takes. I have to admit she is really pretty despite her tattoos and  few piercings.

The three of them must feel my eyes on them because their heads turn to face me. They eye me up and down. The pink haired girl smirks at me and brushes a few strands out of her face. The two boys smirk at me just like the the girl did and with that, I feel a big knot form in the pit of my stomach. I feel sick and vulnerable with their intimidating stares.

Something tells me that college isn't going to go the way I want it to and that scares me.